Accidents and Love

So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love (love)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it

Two things: Problems and "I don't know." First, obviously something is wrong--something is out of sorts--out of equilibrium; just not right. But, what? This brings us to 2, or problem number 2--I don't know. If there is a problem, shouldn't I know about it? And, how come she has to ask me for me to realize it? Then . . . What? Love? That seems drastic don't you think? From a problem (one I don't apparently know about) to love in just one breath? I can't stop thinking about it though. Which one--love or the problem? I don't know--the two have become indiscrete now--now that is the problem.

How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love

Now finally to a question that makes sense: How much longer? How much longer to cure this problem I don't know about? And, if it's love, I can't ignore it? Now finally to an answer--I don't know anything about love, just like I don't know anything about my problem. I do want to turn--in the same moment I want to both turn and run from this problem of love I don't know about, and also turn towards me--myself--even though I don't know nothing about love. Could I learn? What is there to learn about love? And, if you can learn about it, is it love? Probably not. The problem--while becoming more elucidated--seems to be becoming more unknown.

Come on, come on
Turn a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come on, come on
Cause everybody's after love

Turn faster? Which way? The world? I don't think I want the world following me here--following me to face myself. I don't know if everyone is after love--it seems, and this is the point, that if love is a problem that requires me to face myself--maybe for the first time--then everyone, including me isn't after love, but instead, I come after love as love comes upon me.


Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love
Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escaping your love

That is what this problem takes, doesn't it? Surrender. Surrender of me to myself and to you simultaneously. I'll try. But surrender implies no escaping--even if I want to. Surrender means it has me--you have me--and, maybe this is the most scary part, I have you.


We're accidentally in love
Accidentally in love

Accidentally is the right adjective. Love is an accident, and only an accident. If we were after it--it wouldn't be a problem, and we would certainly think we knew something about it. But, as it stands, it is a problem and it is one of which I know nothing. Love comes after me--and I only come--appear--after love--before you--in you. Accidentally--any other way and love is no longer a problem--and that is a problem of which nothing can be done.

Love ...I'm in love

I'm in the problem and in the un-knowing. I'm in the surrender and in control. I'm in you and falling out of you. It's a problem--one I hope I stay in, and one I hope never to know nothing about.